displacement

displacement
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give me your essential
rain

lay it open
above this sentimental sanity,
still refusing the worth of water
without pain

while all else held here
between cracks of a tightly
splayed palm
forgives the untethered weight
that displaces me from centre

I will not  not press the question again,
until  all my borrowed soil

comes back from between

this past, becomes elegy

I wrote this an age ago, so it does NOT relate to me so much now - just one of my favourite writes is all.

this past, becomes elegy
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vacant and small,
she finds no time for sad songs
in July


the fiction
facedown-


this close to the sun
each beautiful girl is a graveyard,


the past's little deaths mourned
in each


as pieces scattered
dust to dust


while the priests & midwives
say nothing








Kate Out